It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the Marauders had fallen onto dark and difficult
times. Our annual special meeting, put off by various things of great contrast, like the birth of Lily
and James's son, and some of the worse attacks of the Dark Lord, had looked unlikely.
But we had managed it in late August, barely keeping with our tradition of summertime
get-togethers. And there were the five of us, sitting here, absolutely silent. It wasn't as if we were
thinking of our next prank or trying to remember a spell, either. For once, we had nothing to say.
Even little baby Harry wasn't a conversation topic. And our Oreos and peanut butter, the official
Marauder's snack, remained untouched.
And even worse than the lack of words or appetites was the very present tension that had settled
over us since we had been informed there was a spy in our midst. None of us wanted to believe
that it was a Marauder themselves, but by conclusion, only a Marauder would have had access to
the secrets the Dark Lord now knew.
Maybe that was the reason for the silence. Maybe we thought we were protecting ourselves by
not letting it slip to our very closest friends where we would happen to be for the next twenty
years or so, in case one of them would shuttle the information to our greatest fear and the worst
would befall us.
Whatever it was, it was unnerving to think that ten years of upmost friendship and trusting meant
nothing to one of us. And even more unnerving to know that their identity was a secret. A secret
one of us didn't want to share... and perhaps, none of us wanted to know.
times. Our annual special meeting, put off by various things of great contrast, like the birth of Lily
and James's son, and some of the worse attacks of the Dark Lord, had looked unlikely.
But we had managed it in late August, barely keeping with our tradition of summertime
get-togethers. And there were the five of us, sitting here, absolutely silent. It wasn't as if we were
thinking of our next prank or trying to remember a spell, either. For once, we had nothing to say.
Even little baby Harry wasn't a conversation topic. And our Oreos and peanut butter, the official
Marauder's snack, remained untouched.
And even worse than the lack of words or appetites was the very present tension that had settled
over us since we had been informed there was a spy in our midst. None of us wanted to believe
that it was a Marauder themselves, but by conclusion, only a Marauder would have had access to
the secrets the Dark Lord now knew.
Maybe that was the reason for the silence. Maybe we thought we were protecting ourselves by
not letting it slip to our very closest friends where we would happen to be for the next twenty
years or so, in case one of them would shuttle the information to our greatest fear and the worst
would befall us.
Whatever it was, it was unnerving to think that ten years of upmost friendship and trusting meant
nothing to one of us. And even more unnerving to know that their identity was a secret. A secret
one of us didn't want to share... and perhaps, none of us wanted to know.